I Remember There Was Mist

July 1, 2017
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I remember there was mist
A beautiful morning clouded by fog
Never a wish, nor a hope for sun left my lips
I was restless and homesick
For places I have not been
The fog disguised my home town
The bus and the streetlight
The road and my house
And I realized I would be okay
If I never saw any of it again.

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